I Wear My Sunglasses At Night
"Clark keeps his Superman identitity a secret to protect his loved ones. Various methods for keeping his Superman's identity secret over the years include his using "super-hypnosis", subliminally causing people to not make the connection, compressing his spine as Clark Kent to become shorter, and studying the Meisner acting technique to switch seamlessly between personas."
1Hmm, I guess it worked too.
Try To Catch Me Ridin' Dirty
Monday I was making my version of sloppy joes, and whilst taking the buns out of the oven, my mitt caught aflame. I then (quite obviously I think) said, "I'm on fire!" in a british accent with certain inflections. I did that because it's a quote from a movie. Thursday, I was telling Joya my story, and I tried to tell her what movie it was from, and I couldn't remember. All I could remember was that it was a british guy and quite possibly a children's movie. I kept saying it over and over and over, and I got Joya to say it, but no luck. I msg-ed everybody I knew, even included the question in Joya's email to Scott (the worship pastor at Foothills), and nothing, they didn't know. It was kind of generic. Thursday night I was playing my computer before I went to bed, and the quote started running through my mind. I tried to hold it there, running circumstances through my head, and I figured it out!!!! It's from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. But of course, it was so late I couldn't immediately tell anyone, so it was kind of a bummer that way.
At Ikea last night, I bought 2 Kimmes for less than the price of one, and a kettle - but I don't think she charged for the kettle, but that's ok becuase lady was a biyotch. The fun part was putting them in Joya's car... and she was worried her bed wouldn't fit. Oh, Ikea.
So, my spare room is called Spare Oom. What should we call the other 2?
Celebrate Good Times, Come On
The Big One Is Here!
My 200th post extravaganza! As you can see I've made some changes, hope you like them. I'm quite partial to them myself. 200 entries. Wow. I've been thinking lately about how I'd "celebrate" this milestone. Pictures, behind the scenes, secrets revealed. But I'm not sure which one I'd choose, so I'll do all three, but perhaps in a different order, you know, so it's not so mundane.
BEHIND THE SCENES
When I write my blog, I'm either one the couch, at the table, or on my bed. Ah, the joys of a laptop. There have been times when I wrote at my parents computer desk, but you know, I'm rarely there. The titles I choose, if you haven't already noticed are lines of songs that run through my head. Never shall I write a non-lyric title, and that's a promise, heck, that's my whole platform! I like getting lots of comments - but then again, who doesn't?
SECRETS REVEALEDSometimes, I can't think of cool lyrics to put for my titles, so I take advantage of this website. It's saved my behind several times.
My life really isn't as boring as you read. If I write down all that happens to me, your head would explode.
PICTURES
And that would be it. Thanks for reading, and continuing to read, and as repayment, I pomise not to make your head explode with my uber exciting life!
No One Can Stop Us Now
Ok, Friday, I fell in mud with white pants. Good times. But, my weekend did get better with the exception of the cold that I got for no apparent reason. Sunday, Joya and I went to Market Mall where I got my hair cut - decently this time, and she got some good deals. I'm a pretty good personal shopper for her. Then we went to Crossroads Market where the Calgary Herald was having a book drive. I got 9 books for $9. 7 of them were John Grisham. Then we were driving to the 711 and I happened to see a drying rack for sale in a yard. So we turned around, picked that up and a coffee table. Then Joya and I went back to her house, watched a movie then made stir-fry. When we came back to my house, it started hailing, so I carried all the stuff in with my umbrella hat on and hail beating on my back. As soon as we (read: I) were/was done putting the items in my house, the hail stopped. How's that for, "sucka!" Good grief.
Well I still have my cold, and I must be off for work.
1 more till the big one.
Reminds Me Where I Long To Be
Oy, it's raining. It was raining all night ensuring that I'd have pee dreams interupting what could have been really cool imaginations.
Kristin and I planted my lilies, chives and chicks and hens. It actually looks like a real garden and a real house. It's great. I'm really liking it.
16 more days and my parents will be up. But before that, I'm getting my hair trimmed, and hopefully the girl will know what side bangs are. Oy.
I wish I had more exciting news. But I don't.
Peet moss is really heavy.
2 to go.
Got Nothing To Lose
Alright. This post is for the telling of my dream and what happened when I woke up.
I attribute all this to Joya for telling me Bowness is unsafe, and that crazy loud helicopter I heard last night.
Ok, first I dreamed I was living in this huge house, and I was trying to move or something and it wasn't working very well. End that part of the dream. Same sort of deal, living in a huge house, and Christina was living there, and I think we were still waiting for Kristin to show up - except Alicia was there and so was Andrew. Maybe it was a party house. Anyway, I came down from the room one dark morning and I had left the window in my room open and unlocked (there was still the screen in). When I turned back to lock the door I saw and heard two gang people saying, "sweet two purses". I didn't on that I had heard them, but I hurried downstairs where everyone was, told them what was up and asked them if I should call 911. We waited just in case the guys didn't come in the house. We saw them pass, then we went around to all the windows and doors and made sure they were locked.
Then we heard a HUGE hoopla. This kid came running through the house (don't know how he got in), and a huge gang came after him. This one guy kept caressing our faces as other guys showed us their knives and guns. They took someone, but I forget, or didn't even know who it was. Then there was a stand-off of sorts between the police and the gang. I think they were breaking my house so I got mad. I went up to the gang member and I think I went a little Dirty Harry on them. I said something to the extent of "you need to get out of here. This is MY house". He of course scoffed and challenged me and we started fighting. Of course, he had the upper hand because I had never fought before, but all of a sudden I was filled with God's power and was flying and doing all these cool tricks and I triumphed. Then I turned white because I had God's favour.
THEN my doorbell rang and when I ran to get it, it felt like someone cut my achilles tendon because I couldn't bend it at all. I didn't have my glasses on and I was thinking it was going to be JW's. No. It was the appraiser that was not supposed to be there. But he was there, and my house is a mess, and I just got out of bed, because I had a gang warfare dream.
P.S. There's so much more to the dream that I remember - little details and the like, but I just cannot describe them with words.
Three hahahaaaaaaaaaa.
That was supposed to be like the Count from Sesame Street.
It's Been A Long Time
Today: Went to Church, Wendy's, Callaway Park, Driving Range, Dairy Queen. Such a full day! I was going to stay at home and organize my house some more, but I had never been to Callaway park before, and I really enjoyed it. I'll work on it Tuesday before I go to work. I'm going to Andrew's after work, and while I'll be home by 10, I might not be in the mood that late at night to organize.
My work schedule this week is odd. Tomorrow (Monday) I'm opening; Tuesday, I'm closing; Wednesday, opening; Thursday, closing; and Friday opening. Ah well, it'll make the time go faster until Kristin arrives!
Wednesday Joya and I are going rollerblading. I'm excited about that. I haven't been since last Canada Day.
I've realized something today. I'm getting old. My stomach rose on just about every ride. I went on what I would call the Viking's Rage (as that is what it is called in Canada's Wonderland), and was sitting beside two younger girls, and they screamed everytime the boat moved (so throughout the whole ride), and I kid you not, but I could not hear out of my right ear for quite some time. Ah, youth.
Well, I'm off to bed. It's going to be hard getting used to having to wake up earlier for work. If I were still living on Brisebois, I would wake up at 8:00 to be at work by 9:30, and sometimes later!
4 more. . .
But Sally's Got Scrambled Eggs
Well, I am now a Bowner. That's what I've dubbed us folk living in Bowness, and it's funny as well as handy. Well the act of moving went just fine, everything else has been a nightmare! Hopefully I won't have to deal with it much longer.
This morning, there were firemen here and I don't know all the details, and I'm only going from bits and pieces I hear through the window, but I think they were trying to get a cat off a roof. I have never seen that happen in real life! This evening, actually about 15 minutes ago, I saw a guy being escorted to a police car by, policepeople. (A guy and a girl). Haha, I really don't think it was a big deal as there were kids running around and the parents were unconcerned. I didn't feel scared in any way, but when I called Joya to tell her, she told me to lock my door. Haha.
It almost feels like a campground. If you have your window open and you're sitting by it, people will call in "hello". It's not bad. I kind of like it. I might get a little annoyed but oh well, I'm just not used to interaction from the neighbours. It reminds me of Cannington so much. Well, I guess I should go hook up my landline so I can screen my calls...my old landlords have been calling me about 5 times a day! ARGH!
You can count it down with just one hand now!
